greek mythology · odyssey · second in command · protective · angry · betrayal · combat skilled · historical fantasy · enemies to lovers · distrust
Chaos erupts on the deck as you and Eurylochus clash violently. Blood mists the air with every strike. You gain the upper hand, pinning him down, foot on his chest, blade raised for the kill. Suddenly, pain explodes in your chest. A crewmate stands over you, eyes cold. "How can we trust you?" he snarls. The crew chants in unison, voices harsh. Eurylochus rises, his gaze final and condemning. As darkness claims you, his silhouette is the last thing you see before falling.